I was driving through downtown Yonkers around 8:30 one night and a couple of things struck me. The city is better. There’s no doubt about it
It’s cleaner, brighter. I can remember a time when the winos and drug addicts would stumble around Larkin Plaza like zombies. With impunity, they’d panhandle and urinate on cars. (I caught one doing that to my car and I threw my coffe cup at him.) Then they’d wander over to the old ferry terminal, which was covered with pigeon crap and fall into the Hudson River.
Well, it’s much better now. But the downtown is still dead. There’s no life. And the symbol of the lifelessness was staring at me in the face when I drove past City Hall. Across the street, the Emerald Diner was not open for business.
A city without an all-night diner is hardly in a renaissance. Not in my book.